And will not be revived, I perceive, by Sir John Crofton.
SIR JOHN.
No, faith! the world, as it stands, is good enough for me.
LADY SHREWDLY.
I have the honour to agree with you entirely upon that point.
SIR JOHN.
Find out a puny urchin to disinherit herself!—I have made a very narrow—I mean, any one who has thought of offering to her, has had a narrow escape.
LADY SHREWDLY.
And if it be honourable, as well as narrow, you have reason to be pleased.
SIR JOHN.
Did she know of this brat and his birthrights this morning when I saw her?
LADY SHREWDLY.
She suspected it then; and the expression you wore on your face, as I passed you on the stair, of a favoured lover, showed me plainly enough that you did not.
